This Being Late Spring in Sonora

We imagine him
Walking to his car—

A man seeking just
The right music

To drive away to
            & how this

Tells us everything
About him

But how the soft

Baby voice of his
Absence & the motel

He leaves half-buried
In grass—his eyes

Catastrophic with
Stars—seem notable

For their candor
               & so we

Imagine ourselves
Just leaving one

Night—like him
Our cars idling in

The chill air but
Nobody in them

Raymond Farr’s poetry books are available at His work appears in Eunoia Review, Otoliths, Calibanonline, Posit, Forklift, Ohio, Word For/Word, & elsewhere. Raymond is editor of Blue & Yellow Dog & The Helios Mss.

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